Hello loyal readers ! (: I was going through my notebook and I found this little situation. I am very timid about posting this. It's just very different for me. I guess I'll just post this first chapter and see what y'all think. Honestly, it wont hurt my feelings if you don't like it, I'm surprised that I wrote it. Lol .
The plane ride was quiet, tense. Everyone knew what was about to happen. They were going to a place where they had to stay alive for one year and fight for their country, or face the consequence of never coming home. Brock sighed as looked around to the others. They had gone through similar situations recently. He though back to the scene he had just left. It broke his heart to leave, but this was something he had to do. He had to fight for everyone's freedom.
"Brock!" she cried. "I love you!"
"I love you too, honey, but I have to go. I will be back soon enough." He whispered into her hair. She hugged his waist like at any time she would drop dead without him.
"I will write you everyday until you come back." She cried into his chest as he hugged her tighter, not ever wanting to let go.
"Hart! Come on!" A large lieutenant shouted from the plane.
"I have to go, Reba." Brock said hesitantly pulling away from the love of his life. "I love you so much. I will be home soon."
"No, Brock! Please don't go!" she sobbed violently as Brock eased his way away from her. "I love you." She shouted loudly, but her words were barely audible through the tears and sobs.
Reba knew in the back of her mind how selfish she was being. Her husband was being deployed. He was going to protect her freedom, yet all she could think of his how badly it hurt to let him go for one year. What if he is killed? What if he gets taken hostage? Thoughts ran wildly through her pounding head.
"I love you, Brock." She repeated. Her voice was hardly heard above the raucous of the plane whipping the wind. She stared at the grey sky as it got swallowed up by the clouds, becoming only a speck in the distance.
Reba walked through her door after returning from the airport. If she was lucky, Jake and Kyra would both be at a friend's house and Cheyenne would be out with Van.
She had no such luck.
"Hey mom!" Cheyenne greeted her mother almost immediately. Luckily for Reba, she had the entire length of the car ride to calm down. At this moment, though, she was not sure how calm and collected she could be. "How are you?"
Cheyenne knew her mother had just returned from the airport to drop her father off. She was stepping into dangerous territory by asking so many questions, but she needed to keep her mother from getting depressed.
"Fine." Her tone was dull, seemingly lifeless. She had no desire to talk to anyone, except for Brock, right now. She knew that would not happen.
"Look," Cheyenne stated rather bluntly. "I know you're depressed about dad being deployed but—"
"Cheyenne!" she interrupted. This was not a conversation she wanted to have with any of her children.
"Just listen to me, Ma. Do you remember the day you and dad told all of us that there was a war and dad could be deployed at any time?" Reba nodded her head, unable to speak up at the moment. "You told Kyra and Jake and I not to worry. Now it is my turn to tell you not to worry."
Reba hated to show weakness in front of anyone. This was no exception. She forced a grateful smile at Cheyenne and thanked her for the 'good advice.' She plastered on the fake smile as she said "I am a little tired. I think I will go upstairs and relax." Her eldest daughter agreed and told her not to worry about dinner. For once in her life, Cheyenne thought of the needs of others before herself. She was really maturing into a wonderful young woman. Reba smiled at her thoughts and quickly continued up the stairs. Sighing as she made it to the top. Once she was inside her bedroom, she let the dam break. The façade came down and she cried herself to sleep.
Downstairs Cheyenne had just ordered pizza. Lord knows everyone would starve to death if she tried to cook! Jake and Kyra finished their pizza first, which left Van and Cheyenne at the table.
"I am kind of worried about mom." Cheyenne spoke softly, staring at her pizza. Suddenly her appetite had been destroyed.
Van, on the other hand, continued to shovel food into his mouth, while listening to his wife talk. "I'm sure she will be fine."
"I don't know." Cheyenne hesitated. "I think she is taking this harder than everyone expected." Van temporarily pushed aside his food to talk.
"Honey," he said taking her hand. "Mr. H has just been sent off to war. How would you feel if one day I just got sent away, and you wouldn't be able to see me for a whole year?"
Cheyenne looked down at their conjoined hands guiltily. "I would be really depressed!"
"Exactly." Van agreed. "So let her have her moment. Soon enough she will move on and become the same old Mrs. H that she always was. Just give her some time." The blonde thanked her husband with a kiss before joining Jake and Kyra in the living room.
The mood of her room had changed. It was no longer a warm, loving place in which she enjoyed. The walls seemed to trap her, suffocate her. There was no way to escape. She couldn't go anywhere else, yet she couldn't stay in here. It was torture. Every picture, every stitch of every blanket was taunting her. She couldn't escape it. She was a prisoner of her own despair, and there was no way out.
So, what do y'all think? I know this is really different. I honestly don't know how the idea came to me. It was kind of just one of those crazy shindigs to get rid of writer's block. It kind of reminds me of the song traveling soldier by the Dixie chicks. Lol. Tell me if would like to read more! Thanks (: oh P.S. I was thinking of making this a sequel to The Way We Were. The only major change that would occur in the plot would be the presence of the new baby, Ava. I'm thinking it would take place just before the epilogue of the previous story. So Elizabeth and Ava would be just a bit younger. I think it could possibly add more dimension to the plot, tell me what y'all think though.